Wednesday, January 20, 2010

It was a day no different from any other. One that is entirely forgettable, yet time insists I go through the motions of breathing and sensory awareness. I've stopped wondering, it's tiring to process the thoughts that constantly run through my mind like rampant nudists over a patch of dying grass. My brain feels like that patch of grass.

I thought I'd take a long walk, to perhaps find a moment in time that I might not quite forget. It was a glimmer of hope that felt as bright as a glimmer in the puddle of mud left in the sun. Something that lasts forever, only in the span of a very finite time.

Walking along the sidewalk, I find myself making a very momentous decision. I thought I'd get a haircut. With the current intricacies and excitement of my life, a haircut is quite akin to sex for a virgin. Perhaps I could also buy some stuff, some toiletries, or just something. I thought that might be nice. Perhaps it might even be quite like foreplay to the previous analogy.

I finally reached an area where shops gathered to prey on wandering shoppers.

As I browsed through one (a shop, not a shopper), I made mental targets of toiletries available. They should last me quite a while, considering I've not found a reason to use them for some time. Very forgettable times.

Looking at the barber next door, I thought I should probably get the haircut first, but maybe I should walk a little more, at the very least, to the ATM for some extra cash. I remembered I had some, but I knew it would be quite some time before I bothered walking here again. And I'd rather have some cash left after paying for the haircut and stuff. So as I reached into my pocket, I headed towards the machine and made a discovery that would change my plans for the day, instantly.

About Me

I wander through life as if wandering through a field in the dark of night, wearing a blindfold and very heavy shoes, with poisonous snakes waiting patiently beneath clumps of weeds, knowing full well that eventually I will come close enough for one to bite me.

All about nothing.

And there aren't really 69 blogs either. Numerically or positionally. Just got bored over the holidays in 2006 and was itching to do something. Didn't get to do it, so I did this instead. I really should get a hobby. And so should you, if you're actually reading this crap.Just a manic look at stuff and an avenue for pent-up releases. I know, I could just fart.I provide massages for ladies too. And yes, I'm just kidding.